At the same time, somewhere deep underground in the ninja world, an old man was leaning on a huge wooden seat.
His hair was all white and spread down his back. He was wearing a black robe and had his eyes closed.
This area is shrouded in darkness.
In the darkness, the ground seemed to be slowly twisting, and finally two pure white creatures with brown hair came out.
The old man opened his eyes and saw circles of purple ripples in his eyes. People can't help but be immersed in it after watching it.
There is a huge human figure in the huge space. The humanoid figure had nine eyes, its color and body were like dead wood, and there were ten columnar protrusions on its back.
Various white creatures hang above the figure.
It's just that everything looks similar to the first Hokage.
"Madara-sama, the letter has been delivered." Spiral Face said to the old man.
"Yeah." The old man nodded.
"That boy Orochimaru sent the letter to Konoha. The Third Hokage has sent Tsunade and Orochimaru to investigate." Another white creature said.
"As expected. Although Sarutobi is full of Hashirama's benevolence, he is actually very hypocritical in his heart."
"Coupled with the insidious rat from Shimura next to him, they will definitely not give up this gold mine." The old man said calmly.
"Madara-sama, why do you want to inform Konoha? Wouldn't it be better to let the Country of Rain poach it secretly?" Spiral Face asked.
"Yes, didn't you say you hate Konoha?"
"I'm just looking for a little fun for myself. Just like a little dessert after a meal." The old man answered casually.
"Madara-sama, I have a question for you."
The white creature suddenly became serious.
"What's the problem?" Seeing that the other party was serious, Madara thought it was some serious question.
"What is dessert? You were a human before, but now like me, you don't need to eat or drink. Then you should know what dessert is. Will eating it cause you to have a bowel movement?"
“…….”
The old man ignored the somewhat jumpy clone.
He sighed softly, "Since the last ninja war, the five major countries have been too peaceful, like a pool of stagnant water."
"After Hashirama died, I was extremely bored."
"Nothing makes me excited. I just hope that the so-called five major countries will not disappoint me this time." The old man curled his lips.
"Wouldn't this start a war?" said the spiral-faced man.
"You are not a human, you are just a clone made by me. Do you talk to your master like this?" The old man snorted.
"You said you hated war." Spiral Face felt a little aggrieved.
“………”
"I don't like war, but I didn't start this war."
"At most, I just add some foreplay to this war. This gold mine is like a lubricant. I just make everyone involved less stiff, so that everyone can be excited."
"To me, it's just a game. A game to please me, that's all."
Looking at the white clone in front of him, the old man rarely spoke a little more.
"Forget it, why are I telling you this? You don't understand these things either."
"You are not Hashirama, you are just his clone. If Hashirama were here, you would definitely understand what I am saying. Only by being with him can I get excited." The old man said with regret.
"Alas, in fact, the seeds of this war have been planted a long time ago. The seeds were planted when Hashirama established the one-village-one-country system."
"To protect peace, this egoistic will will cause war. To protect love, war will happen. This is a causal relationship that cannot be separated. No one can avoid it."
"Hashirama, you can't see the reality clearly. The pair of eyes you and I gave birth to can see this reality clearly for you. I see that things are still unsatisfactory under the new order you established." The old man touched his hand. own eyes.
"The longer I live, the more I feel that reality is filled with only pain, pain and loneliness."
"I'm really lonely without you." The old man sighed.
"Sir, do you have a good relationship with the First Hokage?" asked another white creature.
Spiral Face wanted to cover his mouth, but it was too late.
"I can't say yes. How should I put it? It should be very special. I feel like I knew him in my previous life."
"At that time, one of my younger brothers had just died in the war. I was between disappointment and despair, endlessly sad for a small setback." The old man fell into memories.
"Then I met Hashirama. He warmed me up. Hashirama told me that even if we are hurt or disappointed, we must still stick to our own way of tolerance."
"However, I think he is very hypocritical. Ninja Dao cannot bring us spiritual comfort. Those who were once confused are still confused now."
"So later..." the old man kept talking.
"Here we go again. As soon as this old man enters this state, Hashirama and Hashirama can't stop." Spiral Face said helplessly.
After half an hour, the old man finally felt tired.
He paused, "I never thought that I would be so old. If it weren't for this heretic demon..." The old man laughed again, but there was a hint of desolation in his smile.
"Nagato, how's it going?"
The old man asked. In the darkness, he seemed to slowly close his eyes.
"Everything is normal. They have settled down in the Kingdom of Rain. The memory of the child's parents about Uzushio Village has been sealed."
The old man nodded.
"What about the Uchiha clan? I asked you to monitor the Uchiha clan all the time and look for some interesting children. How is it?"
"You are an old man, why are you so interested in children? Can't we?"
The old man snorted dissatisfiedly
"Well, I recently discovered a very interesting child." Spiral Face realized that the old man was angry and quickly replied.
"you say."
"That child is Uchiha Kagami's son."
"Uchiha Mirror?" The old man stood up, holding his own Judgment Scythe, known as the God of Death.
"let me see."
"Jing, I remember that kid. He was really outstanding. I once thought about letting him be my successor. It's a pity that he became that person's disciple." The old man showed a disgusted expression.
"Is that person Senju Tobirama, the second Hokage?" the white figure asked.
"Yes, he is an extremely annoying guy... But he has died a long time ago. And he died miserably." The old voice laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder, but it seemed that because of his age, he was indeed Too big, his smile was a little quick, and he immediately started coughing violently.
"Madara-sama, are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter."
"By the way, whose hands were those kaleidoscopes of the mirror..."
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